Andrea and her two best
friends have shed their nurses scrubs for a long-awaited weekend in Las Vegas,
and nothing—flight delays, lost luggage, or the slightly weird guy with the
sketchy invite to an exclusive bash—is going to stop their fun.

Within minutes of arriving
at the opulent party, she’s deep in conversation with gorgeous, funny Luke
Nelson, wide receiver for the Seattle Seahawks. For some crazy reason, he can’t
seem to keep his eyes—or hands—off her.

Luke isn’t looking for a
hookup, he just wants to relax…until he gets one look at the classy brunette in
the barely-there dress. One minute they’re talking, the next they’re all over
each other in a dark corner. It’s like he’s an addict and she’s the fix he’s
been searching for all his life.

One night of hot sex isn’t
nearly enough. But after a weekend spent never more than a few inches apart,
the time is quickly approaching when they’ll have to make a long-distance
relationship work—or break it off.

Excerpt:

“Andrea.”

She whirled around...and there he was. Tall. Broad. Casually dressed in a navy
blue T-shirt and jeans, a smile on his face, his dark eyes sparkling. Oh, he
looked amazing. She could hardly believe he was standing there in front of
her.

“Hi.” She hiked her purse strap over her shoulder, clinging to it like a
lifeline. What should she do? What should she say? Did she have permission to
throw herself at him like a lovesick girlfriend or was she supposed to act cool
and composed?

“Come here.” He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her into him, giving her a
lingering kiss. Then another one. His lips were warm and damp and when he
pulled away, releasing her slowly, he looked about as dazed as she felt. “We
need to get the fuck out of here, and quick. You have luggage to pick
up?”

She shook her head, stepping aside to display her suitcase. “This is all I
brought.” Why did they need to leave so quickly? She didn’t understand.

His smile grew and he rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. “Then let’s
go.”

Luke took her suitcase for her despite her protests, grabbing her hand with his
free one as he escorted her out of the airport. He kept his head slightly bent,
as if he didn’t want people to recognize him, and she followed his lead,
glancing around as discreetly as possible to see if anyone recognized
him.

If they did, they gave him his privacy, and she was thankful for it. He seemed
extra determined to leave unnoticed, practically dragging her outside toward a
giant parking structure. They took an elevator up five floors, the interior of
it freezing cold, and he slung his arm around her shoulder and held her close,
his mouth at her forehead as he whispered to her.

“I missed you.”

She rested her hand on his stomach, noting the way the muscles tensed up at her
light touch. “I missed you too,” she admitted. Damn it. She’d promised herself
she wouldn’t make any sort of confession like that and there she went, not even
five minutes into the visit.

“You hungry?”

“No.”

“Thirsty?” He pulled away from her when the elevator came to a stop, his hand
falling to her lower back as he escorted her out into the garage.

“Um, no.” What was up with the weird questions?

“Good. We’ll go straight to my place then.” The look he shot her
was full of heat, his gaze running over her quickly, and she shivered as
if he’d actually touched her. “You are a sight for sore eyes, I hope you
know.”

That saying had never made much sense to her, but that didn’t matter at the
moment because he’d missed her. Looked at her as if he wanted to gobble her up,
which she was a big fan of because the man had a very talented mouth. And
hands.

Hands that could catch footballs, sure, but they were also magic hands that had
her trembling and falling apart rather quickly...

“Here’s my truck.” He stopped at a gleaming brand-new blue Toyota pickup and
unlocked the doors with a keyless remote, going to the passenger side to open
the door for her. She hopped into the truck with his assistance, turning to
look at him and say thank you, but he cut her off with his lips, kissing her so
fiercely she had no choice but to lean back against the seat.

She grabbed hold of the back of his neck, her mouth opening to his, letting his
tongue slide inside. A groan escaped her and she tunneled her fingers into his
soft hair, gasping when his big warm hand maneuvered beneath her shirt and
settled on her stomach.

“We keep this up, I’ll be fucking you in the parking garage—I
don’t give a damn who sees us,” he said when he finally tore his lips from
hers.

Exhaling
a shuddery breath, she released her hold on him. That sounded perfect,
which was totally crazy. She couldn’t allow him to do any such thing to
her in a public parking garage. “Take me to your place,” she murmured, making
him smile.

“Will do, baby.” He shut the door and rounded the back of the truck, opening
his door so he could slip her suitcase on the bench seat behind them before he
hopped into the driver’s seat. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

She smiled. “I can’t believe it either.”

“I’m glad, though.” His deep voice washed over her, making her shiver, and she
watched as he settled his big hand on her knee and gave it a squeeze. “Fucking
ecstatic, if you want me to be honest.”

Between nursing school and
starting their careers, Reagan, Andrea, and Natalie have had no time for
dating. After saving up for a special vacation, they’re on their way to Vegas
for a long-awaited weekend of fun, sun, gambling and partying.

When their luggage goes
missing, an impromptu shopping trip leads them to James, who makes them an
unusual offer—to be part of the female scenery at his boss’s upcoming party.
Not just any scenery, but women who are pretty in a real way, not the nipped,
tucked and dyed Hollywood version.

Accept a “private party”
invitation from a complete stranger? These ladies weren’t born yesterday. Yet
before “no thanks” crosses their lips, Reagan discovers who James’s boss really
is: Declan Carter, an actor she’s crushed on for, well, forever. Now she’s
determined to be the eye candy who catches Declan’s eye. No matter what it
takes…

Reagan can’t believe her
luck—and not in a good way. One minute she’s hanging out with her friends at an
exclusive party in Las Vegas. The next, she’s attracted the attention of a
famous actor. Not just any actor. Declan Carter, the man on which she used
to—okay, might still—have a fangirl crush. Whose blue eyes leave her
embarrassingly tongue tied.

All Declan wants is to meet
a nice, normal woman who won’t use him as a stepping stone to fame. Something
about Reagan tells him she could be that rare woman, and he follows his
instinct to invite her back to his suite—where they proceed to have wild monkey
sex. All. Night. Long.

What was supposed to be one
night of no-regrets sex stretches out into a blissful weekend of two people who
can’t get enough of each other. But when the glamour of Sin City wears off,
they’re standing on the edge of a once-in-a-lifetime chance to turn a weekend
fling into something lasting. Will they take the jump?

About
the Author:

USA Today bestselling
author Karen Erickson writes what she loves to read - sexy contemporary
romance. Published since 2006, she's a native Californian who lives in the
foothills below Yosemite with her husband and three children.

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